True Immortal of the Netherworld

In the early morning five days later, the Qinghua Mountain Heroes Conference officially began.

The Heroes Conference is actually a martial arts competition to compete for the position of leader of Qinghua Mountain City in the form of a military challenge.

The venue of this conference is set in a valley called "Stubborn Stone Valley" in Qinghua Mountain. This valley is wide and flat. The surface is full of hard and smooth rocks, surrounded by large and small peaks. The so-called arena is a large area of ​​​​vacated space in the center of the valley. There is no artificial arena specially built, but a large number of defensive formations are set up on the edge of the valley to avoid harming innocent people.

Qinghua Mountain specially issued a notice for this martial arts meeting three days ago. There were a total of six people participating in this martial arts meeting. The three on the defensive side were Xuan Taoist who was originally ranked second, third, and fourth as the leader, Fat Toutuo and Ghost Dazui. The attacking party is Xu Yang, Bai Muhua and Bai Mujin.

As soon as this news was released, it caused a stir among the disciples of the entire Qinghua Mountain. Early in the morning, the leaders and disciples of the Qinghua Mountain swarmed to the competition site, and the hillsides surrounding the "Stubborn Stone Valley" were crowded with people. In one place, crowded.

"I wonder where the three people who participated in the challenge come from."

"I heard that these three people are from the Northern Territory."

"No one has entered Xiaoxian Realm from the outside for a long time. If I could get out from here, I really want to see what the Northern Territory is like."

"It's really rare for three people to challenge at the same time."

"The three leaders, Taoist Xuan, Fat Toutuo and Gui Dazui, are also well-known in the entire Xiaoxian world. It may not be easy for these three newcomers to win."

There was a lot of chatter among the crowd.

On the hillside in front of the Stone Valley, there are more than a dozen red flags standing in the wind. The words "Qinghua Mountain" or "Night" are written on the big flag. Seven large chairs are arranged neatly under the banner. On the tiger-headed throne in the middle, Ye Tu himself is sitting. On the other six chairs on the left and right are Xuan Taoist, Fat Toutuo, Ghost Big Mouth, and Yu. There are six people including Buddha, Taoist Jing and Taoist Leng.

"Report to the city lord that the venue and defensive formations for this competition have been prepared." A commoner attendant came below, knelt down on one knee and said loudly.

"Let's begin." Ye Tu said.

The attendant quickly retreated.

A herald next to him took out a dark blue square flag with the word "武" written on it. The herald waved the big flag with the word "武" in his hand, and the originally noisy crowd on the hillside of "Stubborn Valley" suddenly fell silent.

"Challengers are invited to come forward." The deacon of the conference said loudly.

At this time, a man strode forward, dressed in a light green gown, with a delicate face full of confidence, it was Xu Yang.

"Please give your name to the challenger," the deacon said.

"Challenger Xu Yang."

"Which leader are you challenging?"

Xu Yang looked at the people sitting on the chairs opposite. In addition to Ye Tu, Leng Daoren, Jing Daoren and Yu Fozi, there were three other people.

Taoist Xuan was wearing a large black Taoist robe, with white hair and silver beard, his eyes were slightly closed, and he was sitting on the chair with a look of disdain. Fat Toutuo was wearing a large gray monk's robe, with a fat head and big ears, bare chest and breasts. From time to time, a finger tapped on his drum-like belly, which could not hide the slight nervousness in his heart. Gui Dazui was dressed in blue clothes and pants, with his legs crossed, holding a toothpick in one hand and picking his back molars unscrupulously, with his big mouth grinning to the base of his ears.

Xu Yang's eyes stopped on Taoist Xuan, and he said loudly and expressionlessly: "I want to challenge the leader of Taoist Xuan."

Hearing that Xu Yang was about to challenge himself, Taoist Xuan, who was sitting in the chair with his eyes closed and concentrating, opened his eyes and looked at Xu Yang like a knife. He snorted lightly, stood up from the chair, and moved his broad Taoist sleeve on his right hand towards Behind him.

Say out loud, "I'm willing to accept the challenge."

"Please come in, two of you!" the deacon said in a loud voice.

Taoist Xuan never looked at Xu Yang again and walked straight past Xu Yang. He swayed and rose into the air. His large black Taoist robe was dancing like a black crane with spread wings floating down the hillside. He rose and fell several times. We arrived in the middle of the valley.

"What an elegant movement!"

"As expected of the second in charge."

"Getting stronger with age."

There was a burst of admiration from the crowd.

Xu Yang smiled slightly, held his head high and walked down the hillside step by step.

On the hillside, there was still a long way to go from the center of the valley. Xu Yang took one step at a time, which seemed a little slower.

"He walks like a weak scholar."

"This person doesn't seem to have any real abilities."

"Still looks too young."

"Are the monks from the Northern Territory just like this?"

"If you still want to challenge Taoist Xuan, you are simply overestimating your capabilities."

Most of the people watching made disparaging comments about Xu Yang's appearance.

"This man is so calm at such a young age. Taoist Xuan will surely underestimate his enemy and swallow a bitter pill." Ye Tu, who was sitting on the throne, looked at Xu Yang's back and secretly praised him in his heart.

Seeing Xu Yang slowly walking across from him, Taoist Xuan was obviously a little impatient with the wait.

He glared and said with contempt: "Arrogant young man, today next year will be your death anniversary."

Xu Yang was not angry, and replied with a slight smile: "A person said this to me last year, and now this person's grave is covered with weeds."

With just one word, the silver whiskers on Daoist Xuan's chin stood up in anger.

"You! You! You are such an arrogant and arrogant child!"

Taoist Xuan's magic power increased rapidly, and the pressure around him exploded like a lit gunpowder keg. His beard and hair flew upside down, and his wide robes hissed.

With a sound of "Cang Rang", a three-foot Taoist sword jumped out from the pitch-black sword case carried behind him. The sword's body flashed with silver light, and circles of white spiritual patterns swayed out from the sword's body. A chill came down, like the first hint of winter cold. In an instant, a thin layer of frost formed on the ground beneath his feet.

"Xuanjian Cold Sky Slash!"

Taoist Xuan thrust one hand towards Xu Yang who was opposite him. The Dao sword in the air made a buzzing sound and cut through the air.

The Dao sword flew wildly, and wisps of cold air were thrown out from the tail of the sword, like comets streaking across the sky, and the momentum was extremely shocking.

This Taoist Xuan was really angry at Xu Yang's words just now. He used the famous secret skill as soon as he used it, but due to the hasty attack, this move did not exert its full power.

Xu Yang was well prepared, silently reciting the Fire Wings Chasing the Wind mantra in his mind, curling up a pair of red fire wings behind him, and with a flash of fire behind him, he flew out upside down.

Xu Yang flew backwards at an extremely fast speed, but the Tao sword flying from the opposite side was three points faster. The sharp sword tip was getting closer and closer to Xu Yang's chest, five meters, three meters, one meter, so close. .

At this moment, Xu Yang narrowed his eyes, spread out the five fingers of his right hand, and grabbed the incoming sword tip. A golden ghost claw burning with black flames suddenly appeared out of thin air, and a black vortex in the center of the ghost claw sucked in the spiritual power from the void like a black hole.

I don't know whether the ghost claw caught the tip of the flying sword, or whether the flying Tao sword pierced the palm of the ghost claw's hand.

"Squeak, squeak, squeak!"

As soon as the two came into contact, a series of harsh sounds were made. The originally straight sword began to rotate rapidly in the direction of the vortex in the palm of the ghost claw, and the forward momentum of the Tao sword was stopped. Immediately afterwards, an earth-gold ghost baby with a round head and a round head jumped out from the ghost claws. Dragging a long golden flame tail around the sword body of the Dao Sword, a lot of the ice energy on the sword body was instantly swallowed up by the ghost baby, and the wisp of manic cold energy at the sword tail also became sluggish. This move The power suddenly lost most of it.

Xu Yang's move combines the Flame Spirit Palm of the Five Elements Flame Technique and the Netherworld Ghost Claw, a secret technique of the Nether Fire Technique. One move and two moves are even more powerful.

Taoist Xuan only felt that the connection between his consciousness and Tao sword was instantly cut off, and he secretly screamed something bad.

"Danglanglang!"

The Dao sword flipped backwards and fell to the ground. The originally bright silver tip of the sword now turned dark and blurry, and its spiritual energy was extremely weak.

Using the power of the netherworld to contaminate the opponent's weapon and cut off the connection between the weapon and the owner's consciousness in a short period of time is the power of the netherworld ghost claw.

Without stopping, the fire wings behind Xu Yang spread out fiercely, and in a ball of fire, the whole person did not retreat but moved forward. The golden ghost claws burning with black flames on his palms were not far away from Taoist Xuan in the blink of an eye.

In desperation, Taoist Xuan raised his right hand, and a silver light came out of his hand. Looking carefully, it turned out to be a small silver ball with a metallic luster all over it. The ball was only the size of a walnut, but its speed was astonishingly fast.

"Boom!"

The small silver ball hit the ghost claw and exploded. It was like a snow mountain exploded in the void, and the space within a few feet around it suddenly became as cold as winter.

"Kakakaka!"

A layer of ice crystals visible to the naked eye quickly covered the surface of the Netherworld Ghost Claw, and the rolling cold air raised a sky full of ice mist and ice crystals in the air, instantly covering a large space, and Xu Yang's figure was gradually enveloped in it.

The small silver ball is the unique hidden weapon of Taoist Xuan - Binghanzi, which contains a large amount of ice-cold power.

Bai Mujin, who was in the crowd in the stands, couldn't help sweating when she saw this, but she still believed in her heart that there was nothing that "little fairy" Xu Yang couldn't do. If you love someone deeply, you will believe in him and support him without any reason.

The plot turned around too fast. The gang members watching on the hillside were stunned by this scene. Everyone stared intently at the large snow and fog.

At this moment, in the rolling cold air, a golden figure flashed, and Xu Yang flew out, with a three-legged golden crow flashing around him, like a divine weapon descending from the sky. The original Netherworld Ghost Claw has disappeared, and there is a golden flying knife in his hand.

"Hundred-step Zen Kill!"

Before Taoist Xu could even raise the corners of his mouth in laughter as he was glad that he had succeeded in the sneak attack with Han Bingzi, the extremely sharp golden-winged flying knife was already coldly placed on Taoist Xuan's neck.

Taoist Xuan, who had an embarrassed look on his face, felt as if his heart had fallen into an ice cellar, colder than the lingering chill in the void. He didn't dare to take a breath, and squeezed out three words from the corner of his mouth: "I surrender!"

"Concession!"

Xu Yang retracted his hand holding the golden-winged flying knife, and then raised his fist towards Taoist Xuan.

The fight between the two lasted only a few breaths. After many twists and turns, Xu Yang was victorious.

"Wow!" There was an uproar on the hillside, and cheers came and went.

"What kind of move did Mr. Xu use just now? It was able to survive the sneak attack of Xuan Taoist Bing Hanzi without any damage."

"Bravo."

"This new second-in-command is truly a young hero."

“You can’t hide what you see, what you hide is hidden.”

"As expected of a monk from the Northern Territory."

…

Xu Yang looked calm and walked step by step from the bottom of the valley back to the hillside.

At this time, Xuandao was like a defeated rooster, with his head hanging down, sighing sadly, and followed Xu Yang back to the leaders on the hillside.

"The new second in charge, Young Master Xu Yang."

With the loud announcement of the game steward, a tsunami of cheers came from the hillside again.

The race steward waved the blue flag in his hand again, and the hillside became quiet.

"Congratulations to Brother Xu for successfully challenging the challenge. Please take a seat." Ye Tu said with a smile on his face, as if all this was expected.

Xu Yang hugged the leaders on the chairs opposite him and sat generously on Taoist Xuan's original seat.

Taoist Leng, Taoist Jade, and Taoist Jing all nodded to Xu Yang. Fat Toutuo looked at Xu Yang with eyes full of awe, and kept flicking his fingers on his big belly, as if he was excited about what he was about to do. The challenge he faced became even more tense, and the ghost on the side also retracted his legs and remained silent.